Said the goldfish to itself,
âThere must be more than this fishbowl!
I see it out there,
Such a big world,
To stay here would be suicide!â
It jumped out of its isolating safety bubble
Into the big dangerous excitement of the unknown
Small mind bursting with hope and possibilities
Immediately suffocated and died
When the tenant came back in a rare fit of nostalgia
there was the fish
decayed
half-eaten by insects
and all dried up.
The tenant took the fish to the bathroom and flushed it, muttering
âShit, I gotta come home more often.â
As the fish was shot into the infinite dirty ocean water
A snail in the fishbowl finally starts to speak,
âThatâs a bad idea.
You donât know what youâre doing.
Wait for the bowl to be cleaned and
make your escape through the drain.â
It was too late, of course.
Snails take so long to do everything.